My wings are jammed now
my feathers coarse with dust
my vision is shortening
my feet getting stronger
i run with the hare today
though i was meant to fly
i live my alter ego
with the spirit of a spy
my feathers coarse with dust
my vision is shortening
my feet getting stronger
i run with the hare today
though i was meant to fly
i live my alter ego
with the spirit of a spy
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